inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

The Tree That Remembered Faces
The Tree That Remembered Faces The tree waited for me, its bark carved with faces, a hundred silent watchers pressed into the wood.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Where My Heart Runs
I start with the truth sitting bold in my chest, the kind that refuses to stay quiet— you move through my thoughts like a warm breeze that knows exactly
By Printique Studios11 months ago in Poets
Gentle Power Returns
I used to answer everything immediately, like my worth was measured in response time. Even my laugh felt scheduled. ~~ I kept a mental checkout line
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
The Train of Life: Did I Just Pass My Stop?
Life is short—a journey of only eight stops. Life is but 30,000 days. Born in 1988, turn 37 this year. A careful calculation reveals I have about 11,680 days left.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing11 months ago in Poets
The Sky Path
The Sky Path I walk this path above the clouds, where silence moves like hidden breath. The stones hang loose, the air so thin,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Full Moon Fever
Full Moon Fever “Lorik Sancti Sy, The Holy Flame of Freedom” Artguru Full moon fever got me going, got me singing, got me glowing.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
The Loverʻs Paradox
Like a slumbering flame awakening into breath A yearning stirs, raw yet tenderly, and consumes the lover For love melts the boundaries lingering close to death
By Pōlani Monderen 11 months ago in Poets
We Are The Seeds.... Content Warning.
I often sit back and reflect on my past I guess I'm at that stage of life... Pondering the what ifs, second guessing the decisions I've made and what got me to this exact point in time
By J.W. Baird11 months ago in Poets
December Rosebud
December rosebud Mauve petals bask in sun, yet Frosty death will come This beautiful rose stretched in the sun, innocently trying to bloom. I wonder if she knew time was limited; was she anxious to bloom, knowing time was short and her winter doom was soon to come?
By Andrea Corwin 12 months ago in Poets
Train Dreams
Before you try to drive the thing, be a passenger. 🚉 Sit with your forehead on the cool glass, let other people’s sentences
By Patrick Gadoury12 months ago in Poets
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕
The mist glistens with life the dust inhales breath forms and stands man from the earth comes created in a heavenly form
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
The Fog
The fog weighs heavy upon the earth Obscured mystery Some struggle to see the road Some blindly follow someone else Some won't even chance it
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets